1. |
expedition
03:22
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burning light on the sill
the wind dances keeps me still
ink blots out the rays
shapes form patterned lines on the page
drywall
plywood
i know
I should
thoughts collapse, billow with grace
ease my mockery of winter days
the feeling seeps in
chin up, walk out, look up, calm down
chin up, the sun, not done, calm down
and the plaster fades
angles melt from harsh perfected states
the ground revolves positions set in stone
a breeze kicks up there's no longer home
my feet, my knees
away from me
my heart, my mind
reel back, i'm fine
the feeling slips away
chin up, walk out, look up, calm down
chin up, the sun, not done, calm down
it all turns out that i'm not bound
chin up, walk out, look up, calm down
calm down
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2. |
trail
03:57
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need to return
it's what gives him purpose
found in the brush
and complex colored surface
swimming through the floral breeze
to discover he's lost blood
slipped into a grave
made for men who can't
catch a break
slipped into the cold mirrored face
of quiet understanding
for what's to take place
piercing white
knowing that this feeling's no lie
blue and green start to blend with the red
numb and lightheaded he doesn't regret
slipped into a grave
made for men who can't
catch a break
slipped into the cold mirrored face
of quiet understanding
for what's to take place
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3. |
red & white
05:16
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it flows over the narrow rocks
the heat of the morning slips over the hills
and through the stones, fusing me into the earth
quiet coos of birds haunt me as the dreamless sleep fades,
and the one titan of prosperity smiles over me
a cool rain spits about for a moment
the air salting my sunburnt cheeks
the heads all foggy and the fall haze
most ground seems so steady
i can see them coming
red and white saviors
passing over me
on angelic wings
each bug is a telephone and each fox a car
every sound ascribed to a past disdain,
hoping for a comfort
searching for peace of mind becomes treacherous
when you're forced to confront: all that makes you human
i can see them coming
red and white saviors
paper-thin and cheap
hung up on strings
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4. |
tryst
04:07
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call for a car
heads aflame
red lights peek in
mirror reflects our name
i hear you
what's the use?
i hear you
i'm not new
tones flush bright
surface all our sin
breathe in your flowing heart
flings me back
i don't move
i don't move
we don't have to
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5. |
circles
04:10
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You must be lost
barkin' my head off
I'm overreacting
I'll keep thinkin'
you'll be home this weekend
simply overreacting
I'm running circles
I must've lapsed
muddied my past
finding ways to fill space
I'm framing the frame
shouting your name
and I'm overreacting
I'm running circles
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